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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

about cranes

sometimes after you get your ass
kicked real good by the forces
 
you often wish you were a crane
standing on one leg
 
in blue water
 
but there’s
the
old up-bringing
you know:
 
you don’t want to be
a crane
standing on one leg
 
in blue water
 
the distress is not
enough
 
and
 
the victory
limps
 
a crane can’t
buy a piece of ass
or
 
hang itself at noon
in Monterey
those are some of
the things
 
humans can do
 
besides
stand on one leg

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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